I have to go.

It was always something, and the something always arrived at the exact moment I asked for a document, a name, a figure.

At the time I told myself she was simply busy and in love.

Looking back, I think the calls ended where they ended because a script somewhere required them to, and my sister had become, without knowing it, an actor reading lines she believed were her own.

Chapter 4 — You Didn’t Ask How Much